Father's Day

One more year…one more Father’s Day…one more without my father. This June 11th, one week before Father’s day, is the anniversary of his death 46 years ago. It doesn’t hurt so much any more but I still miss him. All he ever asked for was "a little peace and quiet”…of which I gave him little. My dad was a stern man and could be a strict disciplinarian. Perhaps I was the reason for this. But he obviously cared…otherwise he would have allowed me to be the foolish adolescent that I really was. I have visions of him sitting on the couch in the den, reading the paper and chewing on a cigar. He never taught us kids how to fish or hunt, throw a baseball or kick a football but he did teach us the important stuff…always tell the truth, say what you mean and mean what you say, and hard work never hurt anybody.

As a father you’re not so bad.
On this day I shall not be sad.
It is for you that I am glad.
Thanks for being a super dad.

Happy Father’s Day, Dad